Penname: Alsper
Original or Derivative (fanfiction): Derivative
Rating/Warning(s)/Note(s): Rated M for impiled sexual conduct hehe.
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Prompt: Taste
I still can't believe, just twenty minutes ago, he had his head between my thighs, yet here we were; eating dinner with his family.
I finally broke down after months of him telling me how much he wanted to taste me, how good it would feel, and how much I would like. I let him have a taste...
Not gonna lie, he was right. I liked it. Hell, I loved it! But that still doesn't make this situation any less awkward.
"Are y'all ready for desert?" Mrs. Whitlock asked as she carried the dishes to the kitchen.
The little kids started chanting pie, making Jasper snicker and me look down at my lap. Mrs. Whitlock laughed from the kitchen, bringing out the pie and plates.
"Mmm, cherry…" Jasper practically moaned, making my face get redder as the sound caused me to tingle.
His mom laughed as she served it. "Yep, fresh cherry pie."
Please God, kill me now…
"I love cherry pie," Jasper smirked at me.
I just shook my head at him, trying my best to glare even though I was sure I was as red as the fruit in the desert. You are in so much trouble Jasper…
Remember the Cheerleader? Yeah this is her again… ;)